Doraemon [ But it's 18+]

●Reminder

●TW: Violence// gore

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Nobody knows for how many hours Nobita was in a blackout. However, when he opened his eyes facing downwards, seeing a man without eyeballs was the last thing he could have wished for. 

The victim wailed as he was dragged away, leaving a trail of blood.

"Gave all the details in your fucking hands!!"

Having a deep yet oddly familiar voice, A man stood over the victim.

 He kicked in his chest repeatedly, his horrifying screams echoing in the damp cell.

"Still this fucker brought the wrong person!!"

At one point the victim started vomiting blood, yet no mercy was shown.

Through his peripheral vision, Nobita was able to sense that there were several other goons in the room. But they stood silently with their gaze lowered.

"Burn his body" the man ordered, and others followed.

He rested on a chair directly facing Nobita. Sighing deeply, he asked for water.

One of the goons bowed and politely handed him a plastic water bottle. Still lowering his gaze, the goon asked, "What are the orders for us?"

"They have police security, we can't take the risk,"  he swigged water down his throat, "If only he hadn't made this awful mistake-"

His voice switched quickly.  Whoever he was, he was not happy with Nobita's presence. 

This was quite mind-boggling to Nobita. Men were sent to his house...to kidnap...who? 

Akira and Shizuka just happened to crash over his place on the same day.

"Then, what should we do?"

"Let me think about it, in the meantime, go check on the databases"

The goon bowed and left the room.

Nobita's throat turned dry, he was tied to a chair and was left alone with a sadistic gang leader.  His heavy breaths scared him, the amount of torture he witnessed, those horrifying screams, he could never get them out of his head.

"Stop staring at the floor, I know you are awake"

A jolt of recognition shot through Nobita's body as his eyes met the one sitting in front. Those beautiful brown eyes, once filled with innocence and curiosity, now reflected a sinister twist.

The familiarity was gut-wrenching, his beautiful face and body just outgrew the teenage features, but his malevolent aura was a cruel contrast.

Shock and sadness fueled Nobita as he searched for remnants of the person he once loved, marred by the years of darkness.

"Dekisugi?!" He shouted, trying to stand up, but the metal clinging reminded him of his bondage.

"Dekisugi! It's you!" He stuttered, his feelings couldn't be described.

After all these years,  after he just vanished into thin air, he was in front of him.

"Dekisugi-"

"Dekisugi died"

Nobita blinked anxiously,  taken aback by the uncanny response "Wha-What?"

"Can't you hear? He died a long time ago"

"No.. you-you are Dekisugi, I-"

Dekisugi reloaded a gun placed beside him on a table, "Repeat, and I will blow your brain out"